Dark Grasso,
An eldest Son.
An heir to the Grasso business and industry.
A head of Italian mafia transportation.
A sociopath.
Moon Diaz,
The daughter of the Diaz mafia.
A doctor and psychologist.
An empath.
When Moon runs away from her home...
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[Trigger warning: The chapter contains words related to BDSM, do not read if it's discomforting for you.]
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The best part of being a human is being able to love someone. If you cannot, your lives are wasted. You don't have to make it to the end or stay in love forever but you have to love once. At least once.
And here I am, in love with the man who tried to kill me three times, kidnapped me and killed my father. I am in love with the man world thinks is a devil. A scary but gorgeous man. In a few days, he's going to be my man.
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Moon Diaz's man.
Dark Grasso.
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"Tell me, what will you have first?" Dark's words interrupted my anxiety session of how everything is going to happen. We have so much to do. Shopping, decorations, invitations, food selection. Nothing is ready. Nothing. "Coffee or an orgasm?"
"What?" I needed a second to understand what he just said.
"Coffee or an orgasm, Moon?" Dark repeated and my cheeks heated. I remember the last time we were here in this leisure house. This is where I had my first orgasm after eight years, with Dark.
"Dark." I sighed, placing a palm on my face as my cheeks burned with the memory of the last time. Kitchen top, tie on Dark's eyes, red tiny dress and kisses. I was crazy to ever do that.
"Moon." Dark cocked his brow, indicating me to come near him while I was paused in the middle of the living room. I feel him in my skin already. His rough hands, his warm mouth and him.
"We have so much to do, Dark." I stressed. I have never attended a wedding before. Never. And now that I'm finally going to attend one, I'm the fucking bride.
I don't know how everything will happen. Purple is gone, Lilith is gone, Grey is gone and now I'm stuck with two men. One who'd shoot the staff if anything goes wrong and the other who is helpful but wouldn't quit his narcissism.
I miss Grey and Purple. I don't want to agree but I miss Lilith as well, she isn't someone you could casually ask a help from but there's nothing that woman can't do and I can always count on that.
"Come here, Moon." Dark leaned on the kitchen top, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the first two of his shirt's button. I sighed, walking close to him as he spread his arms wide.
"You've no idea how many things are left to be done." I warned him while sneaking into his broad, firm and safest arms in the entire world. Yes, this dangerous mafia has the safest arms!
"Tell me." Dark said, picking me up by my waist and placing me on the kitchen top. His hands moved on my and he leaned his head to my neck. Whisky and leather. He scents luxurious and clean.
